A day of rest is almost gone.
We left a few hours after dawn.
To the city near the coast.
It’s the environment I hate the most.
We walk aboard the shaky vessel.
On the sea I’m and insignificant pebble.
The minutes pass, nothing is seen.
I wonder where the whales will be.
They come up and shake their tails.
The whale watching is quite a fail.
Straight up and down its not very fun.
I could not wait until the trip was done.
Clocks buzz and dawn breaks,
The child was not awake.
The child picked him up and took him far,
Down the street and into the car.
It drove down a meaty hill,
It did not have much time to kill.
Boards retrieved and no one forgotten,
Luckily the weather was not rotten.
A beach destination appeared in sight,
The sun was quite bright.
Children went in and boarded in the waves,
A wonderful start to a new day.
Cold and ice conquered the fun,
A surfing day had come undone.
I get excited by cars. Most of my friends would tell you I get too excited by them, like in a dangerous way.
So naturally it was only right for me to indulge myself by visiting this lovely event called Supercar Sunday in Woodland Hills.
Let me start off by saying that most car shows are lame. They are usually just trying to make money by showing off regular cars with some tuning or old relics that most people don’t care about.
Supercar Sunday is different. Supercar Sunday is a bunch of people with veryyyyyyy nice cars that show up and park their cars so dumb teenagers like me can go look at them and get sexually excited.
They don’t charge, they aren’t selling anything, there is actually parking. This is a pure viewing experience of some of the greatest cars ever made.
There was a Ford GT40 (the real one), a real AC Cobra, more Caterham 7’s than you could believe. There was a Lotus Esprit, a Countach, and some Martini Porsches.
Then there were new cars like (every) modern Ferrari (minus the Enzo), tons of lambos, Aston Martins, 911s, Lotus’ (or is it Loti?) and even two Mp4-12C’s.
There were also some tuners and some cool oldies (MGs, a cool old Sprite, and some lovely Datsuns) that were fun to see.
It was incredible to walk among these cars and get to talk to people who have a real passion for them.
Thanks to a good idea from my friend, we decided to go sit at the corner as the cars started to leave. Holy crap was this a good idea.
Despite there being numerous cops watching every street (the drivers waved at them and rev’d their engines to say hello) it was cool to be able to hear all the V8s and V12s (and a couple of V10’s (yay lambo!). I couldn’t help but quiver every time a Ferrari V8 was rev’d and the sounds of clutches slipping filled the air.
This is a great event because it is run by people who love cars, not by people looking to make money. I didn’t pay a dollar and yet I got to have the best car viewing experience of my life. A major hat tip to those people that throw Supercar Sunday!
P.S. The best Sunday to go is the last one of the month, that is when it is really big. If you are anywhere near Woodland Hills and have any interest in cars, go! you won’t regret it.
I remember up until about 5 years ago, I would always get up on Easter Sunday to my favorite breakfast, French Toast, and receive a basket that the “Easter bunny” had brought me. It was filled with all that green fake grass, colorful socks, candy, toys, and other fun things.
This year, there was an Easter egg hunt on campus. I didn’t attend, but I did think back on how much fun Easter used to be. Maybe it’s because I really love bunnies! They are just so darn cute I can’t help myself. But also, holidays were always a time that my family spent together. My dad would be off work for holidays and have free time to spend with us doing whatever we wanted.
Easter has always been a holiday that I didn’t quite understand. I mean, I know it’s a religious holiday, but my family has never been religious, yet we still celebrate it. I guess it’s just the fun of it all, having something to celebrate and an excuse to go out and do things that have become a tradition to your family.
This Sunday, I went to the farmers’ market and got coffee in town instead of participating in any traditional Easter Sunday activities. But, I really didn’t mind. I had a great time hanging out with friends. Maybe next year I will celebrate Easter again, but who knows?
Happy Easter!
Every Sunday is the farmers market, most towns have these. For me we have one within walking distance right in the harbor. Except I never go. Yesterday though, I went, and it was really nice.
It brought back memories from when I was younger and we would go every weekend to pick up our local produce. These days though it has changed quite a bit, it has grown about twice as big and has more than just produce.
The entire front section is now devoted to street vendors selling homemade wares and kettle korn stalls.
In the central area there is now a live band every sunday, an espresso bar and you can go down to the wharf to buy fresh fish the fishermen caught just that morning.
It was really nice to finally go back to the farmers market after its been almost a year since last I went.
Huddled together.
Light cutting the darkness like blades
through the spaces between the blinds.
Our heads come closer to the screen,
our limbs intertwined.
A mess of blankets and
the overwhelming scent of Chinese food.
Golden Moon did it again.
Our stomachs are aching
but, we don’t mind.
Tom Cruise is almost dead,
Julia with a gun in her hand.
HE’S ALIVE!
We all let out a sigh of relief,
our hands let go of each others.
This is a good Sunday afternoon.
Surrounded by my friends,
just being fat and lazy.
I am so happy.
This is happiness.
“Friendship is a special kind of love.”
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